“Let me go,” Isabel snapped, pulling at his grip as he dragged her through the lobby and into the elevator. “Isaac, I swear, I will scream.”
“Go ahead,” he said, jaw tight, eyes fixed forward. “I am not letting you walk away again.”
She pushed at his arm but he did not budge. Her ankle ached from the movement. The elevator doors opened into his penthouse and he yanked her inside, closing the door behind them.
“Stop touching me,” she hissed. “I mean it.”
He turned suddenly and pushed her back against the wall. His chest pressed against hers, bodies flush, his breath hitting her cheek. She tried to push him away but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“I cannot believe you went and married,” he said, his voice low and angry, eyes searching her face. “You actually marrie
